I Craved to Be Fucked and Used by a Black Man — Part 1
He let me explore and have fun for a few minutes before he reached down with his free hand and pulled his cock up and away from my mouth and hands. I look up at him and he smiles seeing the look of need and desire in my eyes.
I am standing outside his hotel door after knocking and my heart is racing while my legs begin to quiver with nerves and excitement. I have never done anything like this, nothing so blatantly sexual, especially without my husband’s knowledge or encouragement. My mind is yelling for me to run away, to back out but the desire to meet him kept me there.
I scheduled to meet him during the same weekend as an event I was to attend. However, I had withheld from my husband my plan to get together with a man while I was away. My chosen outfit for our first meeting is a sexy, strappy black lingerie set with open breast cups and an open crotch G-string. I chose a long, white overcoat to go over the minimal garments. Another addition to the outfit was a pair of strappy, black high heels. That was all I would wear for our first meeting.
The door opens and Max gestures me into the room.
“Come on in, beautiful,” he says politely.
I walk into the room, stopping before reaching the bed, and then turn back to face him. My heart beats faster, and I feel a flush go through my body. After closing the door to the room, I watch as he approaches me. I say nothing as I wait for him to take the lead.
He is dressed casually in jeans and a tight-fitting t-shirt. I am in awe of how much bigger he is than me. My shoulders are level with his abdomen, and he’s well-built. His tight-fitting shirt shows off the muscle definition underneath.
“Can I take your coat?” he asks.
Removing my coat would leave me in nothing but highly revealing lingerie, leaving no doubt about my intentions. Taking a steadying breath and setting my bag down on the floor, my hands reach up to pull free the tie of my coat. I turn my back, and as I do, I feel Max’s hand reach for the coat collar as I slip my arms out of the sleeves. In a matter of seconds, the only bit of concealing clothing is gone, and I am standing before the man I have only ever conversed with online, nearly naked.
“Wow, you look amazing,” Max compliments me, visually scanning my erotic outfit.
He walked around me while keeping his eyes focused on my body and sat on the bed.
“Why are you here, baby?”
“I’m here to be fucked,” I answered as I stepped toward him and began peeling his t-shirt off his muscular body.
His chest and muscles almost pop out at me as I get his shirt off, and I am transfixed by just how dark he is compared to my soft creamy skin. I reach out and run my hands over his defined torso, feeling the warmth of his body on my palms. It feels so sensual to touch him and know that he will soon be experiencing me in ways only my husband has.
My hands make their way down to the button on his jeans, causing me to instinctively drop to my knees and show my readiness to submit. As I begin to unfasten the button, he starts asking me questions.
“I see you have a wedding ring on your finger,” he asks first.
“Yes, fifteen years now,” I answer.
“Where is your husband now?”
“He’s at home,” is my answer as I open his jeans, unfastening each button.
“Does he know you are here?”
“He knows I’m attending an event,” I answer honestly while at the same time tugging his jeans over his hips.
“Is that so?”
I don’t bother to respond and just continue getting his jeans off. I pull them down and then fold them as I had with his shirt, starting a pile of his clothes next to me on the floor. His legs look powerful and I let my hands run up his thick thighs, this time working their way back up to his waist and the top of his snug-fitting white boxer briefs. His tight-fitting underwear does nothing to hide the massive bulge, eager to escape beneath the cotton fabric. I’m keen to release it and feast my eyes on it for the first time.
My fingers grip the waistband of his briefs, and I tug them down. Little by little, more of his impressive cock is revealed. When I finally get the whole thing exposed, it springs out in freedom and bounces just inches from my face. I hold off immediately, grasping the mighty manhood before me, and finish pulling down his underwear. As I had with his pants and shirt, I folded them and placed them on the pile.
Now all my focus is back on the still-growing erection bobbing in front of me. It’s thick, long, and dark, and I salivate at what it must feel like in my hands, mouth, or pussy. Almost shyly, I reach my left hand up to grab ahold of his cock, and I moan in appreciation and awe at how large it feels in my hand.
“Do you like my cock?”
“Yes. Yes, I do. It’s so much bigger than my husband’s,” I replied while stroking his pole.
“Have you ever been with a black man before?”
“No, I have never been with a black man before, and I have never been with anyone with a cock as big and thick as yours,” I answer truthfully, reaching up to take hold of his fully erect cock with both of my hands.
I run my hands up and down his thick shaft, feeling the veins pulse in my palms and my fingertips. His marvelous head shines purple as it starts to leak precum. I can no longer hold back and driven by lust I move in to plant an open-mouth kiss on the glistening helmet. The slippery, sticky taste is superb, and it does the trick to ignite my desire further to engulf as much of his cock with my mouth. I quickly became aware, though, that it was not an easy task to take on because of his staggering size. I am not put off, though, and I slowly work around his cock to get accustomed to its length and girth.
He let me explore and have fun for a few minutes before he reached down with his free hand and pulled his cock up and away from my mouth and hands. I looked up at him and he smiled seeing the look of need and desire in my eyes.
“You certainly are an eager slut, that’s for sure,” he said running his fingers through my hair. “Let me see you give my balls some attention now.”
I have no problem with this and I start lapping at his jewels as soon as he is finished speaking. His sack is neatly shaved, and I take each ball into my mouth, savoring them. As I do so, Max lets go of his cock, dropping it onto my face. Because of its size, it covers almost my entire face but I continue to give his scrotum my best oral treatment.
After juggling his balls in my mouth for a few minutes, Max brings his feet up onto the bed, and pushes his ass forward, giving me more access to his ballsack. I respond by becoming more enthusiastic about my duty. He gradually pulls his legs back by hooking his arms underneath them, pulling his spit-shined testicles away from me, and presents me with his ass and dark hole in their place.
“Go ahead. Show me how nasty you want to be.”
In our online conversations, I told him I wanted him to push me to be as slutty as possible. I expressed that if I was going to do this, I wanted an experience like never before. I informed him that I was open to trying anything with him and now, just minutes into meeting him for the first time, he was already testing me to see just how nasty and slutty I was.
Already emboldened by my actions so far and aroused to a level I barely recognized, I smiled and pushed my tongue out to lick between his parted cheeks. Once my tongue touched his puckered hole, a spark ignited within me, and I engulfed myself in rimming his ass, using my hands to spread his cheeks open.
“How does it feel to eat a man’s ass?”
I was willingly doing something that an average woman would never think to do, an act that would likely horrify other people, yet I loved every second of it. I was freely giving myself over to a man to be his to use sexually, however, he desired.
“Fuck, it feels slutty but good,” I said as I moved my hand up, stroking his erection above my head.
He allowed me to do my thing for a couple more minutes and eventually, he pulled himself away and admired my spit-glistened face. With incredible swiftness, he stands up and before I can react, he grabs my arm and pulls me to a standing position, and guides me onto the bed to lay on my back. I watch as he drops to his knees at the edge of the bed. His free hand grips one of my thighs and quickly pulls me down so my ass rests right in front of him, and then I feel it; his tongue runs the length of my slick slit. I let out a low moan in response to signal my delight.
His tongue flicks over my clit and his fingers push their way into my eager pussy. A rhythm soon builds, and before I know it, my first orgasm of the evening hits. My body shakes, and I scream out in pleasure at the rudeness of the explosion of ecstasy. If it took Max only a couple of minutes to bring me to such a powerful climax, I know that I will be having a night filled with new levels of sexual pleasure. I close my eyes and continue to ride the waves of my orgasm.
Sensing movement, I open my eyes and look down at Max as he stands up. His impressive member is still rock-hard and swings in front of him.
“I think this is what you came here for,” he says grabbing his meaty cock and looking at me.
“Yes,” I hiss.
Tilting my head up and off the bed, I watch as he guides his thick, long cock to my smooth, shaved cunt. After my orgasm, lubrication isn’t an issue, and the bulbous head of his penis parts my puffy pussy lips, causing me to gasp from the new stretching sensation. Max allies me to accommodate comfortably to his size and once his pelvis is pressed into my thighs and ass, he begins building his rhythm. I am in a constant straight of moaning from the dick drilling of a lifetime. His free hand grips my leg and pulls me to meet his deep thrusts. I can feel his massive cock deep, and everything starts to become a blur as he fucks me toward my second orgasm of the evening.
My moans and screams became constant as my body rode through another powerful orgasm. I was putty under Max as he kept up his impressive pace. It became apparent that he was fully intent on fucking me as hard and as fast as he possibly could, ravaging my cunt with his black cock. I couldn’t even imagine my husband replicating such a performance.
After an ungodly amount of time and countless orgasms, Max slammed his massive cock deep inside me and began to grunt, flooding my sex canal with his seed. Pulse after pulse, I could feel his cock flex with another expulsion of cum into me. It felt neverending but eventually did trickle to a stop and Max slowly pulled his cock free of my newly gaped pussy.
Max stepped away and stood just before my splayed body, watching his cum leak out of the gaped opening of my slit.
“That should be enough for now,” he announced. “You can clean up before we start up again.”
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